Freedom
Veterans Day was last Saturday. My dad was a veteran. He served in the Navy in the Korean War. My brothers hadn't reached the age to go to the Vietnam War when it ended. Many students I knew went to that war. My dad was in the Veterans Hospital in 1968-1969 for MS. I'd go to visit him and there were always wounded soldiers there. Some on a gurney because they had no legs. Many had alcohol under their pillow. That experience gave me a closer look at what soldiers sacrifice and more. I am grateful they are there to look after us... and protect us. I wish they would pay them!
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